Hey Ya'll! Here's Chapter 4, hope you like it!
Chapter 4- Confessions and Wedding Disasters Part 1
(Sophie's View)
I groaned as the a ray of sun snuck through the 'closed' curtains. I turned my head into the soft pillow trying to hold on to the last bit of sleep I could. I shot up, taking in my surrounding rather confused. How the hell did I get into...Fred and George's old room? I strictly remember falling asleep on the floor next to George, downstairs in the living room so unless I sleep walk it must be magic. Thank Merlin for the bed though, I would have been rather cranky waking up on that hard floor. The sound of water running in the distance turned my attention away from all the odd boxes in the room. Merlin only know what the hell is in those boxes. I waited, listening to see if I could figure who was up. Knowing Molly she probably had everybody up, well obviously not everybody, but- How the hell did I get into my pj's. So it was either Fred or George that brought me up here and then changed me and I'm hoping it was the later- My thought process froze when the man himself walked through the door in nothing but a faded blue towel. George smirked at my reaction, but I didn't take notice, I was to busy tracking an escaped water drop as it made its way towards...
"See something you like love?" He teased dropping his towel causing me to shriek in surprise and attempt to cover my eyes as fast as I could.
"George! As much as I like you admire you body, could you please put some blood shorts on or something?" When I heard no reply, I peaked through my fingers to seem him standing there in all his glory, in dark purple boxer short. How manly...At least it goes nicely with his hair. I placed my hands in my lap glaring at him as he strutted his way closer to me, smirking as he closed the distance between himself and the bed. I watched as he crawled his way to me, blushing as he got inches away from my face, leaning his forehead against mine. My eyes fluttered closed as I let the warmth of his body consume me.
"Morning love." He whispered placing lightly kisses across my jaw line, that made a smile spread its way across my face.
"Mmm I could get used to this." I breathed out as our lips met. As so as it happened it stopped and the weight of George's body vanished as he rolled away from me. Opening one eye, I looked to down eyeing him, confused at why he stopped and I let him know that. George propped himself up on his side, clean white bandages a stark contrast against his bright hair. He took one of my small hands into his larger one, tracing circles on it with his thumb.
"Sophie if I hadn't stopped then I wouldn't have been able to help myself from ravishing you my dear. I mean Sophie your in my bed, basically naked and willing. That's any mans dream love. Though if you want to all I have to do is a silencing charm, don't want Mum to heat and-"
"George I get it and its not going to happen, at least not yet anyways. I mean we haven't even figured out what this is. I'm not some slut that will just spread her legs and welcome in just anybody. When I give that away its going to be with someone I love and I know loves me and, and yeah."
"So it will happen then? Well now I have something to look forward to." He grinned cheekily before rolling off the bed. I stared opened mouthed at him as he dug through his closed, pulling out his suit for the wedding.
"Was that really all you got from that little speech?"
"No I heard the rest, that's just all I chose to comment on you silly girl.- He turned to me, buttoning a button down as his continued- I respect your choice Sophie, and I agree with you that we should figure out us before taking the next step." When he finished he turned back to what he was doing leaving me to my own thoughts. "Why don't you head down and see if anyone is awake? If we get to the kitchen first we can have some alone time." He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"I'll right I'll meet you down then?" He replied with a nod. Before I could make it out the door strong arms pulled me around and warm lips met mine. I could feel George smile as I responded to the sweet kiss before he pulled away, heading back to the closet. I stared after him smiling before I turned out the doorway making my way downstairs, stopping to use the bathroom on my way down.
I greeted George at the bottom of the stairs, grimacing at the stark white bandage around his head. Images of last night flashed before my eyes causing them to prickle with unleashed tears. I felt a warm hand placing itself under my chin, pushing it up gently so that I would look into the face of it's owner. George's blue eyes filled with concern as they sweeped my face, his thumb lightly caressed my cheek before he pulled my small frame into his warm embrace.
"Sophie don't worry, I'm fine I promise. Do you honestly think losing an ear is going to keep me down. I mean I'm all holy now!" He exclaimed smiling softly as he pointed at the stark white bandage were his right ear should have been. I laughed softly at his antics, staring at him in wonder. Only a Weasley Twin could over come some thing like losing an ear that quickly. I took a step away from him, pulling out of our embrace, taking in his appearance. Of course the Weasley's would be ready for a wedding that wouldn't start for another few hours. He looked good even in the wacky patterned button up that lay under the plum colored vest, that match nicely with the slightly lighter plum tie. Thanks to the color scheme his orange hair and freckles stood out brightly against his pale complexion. I could only guess Fred was wearing some thing similar, some thing that through the years hadn't changed. Looking down at my own appearance I felt underdressed in my Holyhead Harpies jersey and shorts. I knew for a fact I had the day before make-up still smeared on my face and my dark hair had been thrown into a messy bun that rest at the top of my head. George didn't seem to notice my attire so I shrugged it off.
"How about some breakfast before your mother puts us to work Mr. Weasley?" I asked in a posh accent, taking his large hand into my smaller one pulling him along with me.
"Breakfast would be lovely Miss. Cartwright, hmm are you on the men-"
"Don't finish that sentence." I snorted interrupting his sad pick up line.
"Why not? It's a classic."
"Because it's stupid that's why? Are you on the menu? Who says that anymore but pathetic pricks trying to pick up woman in bars, that's who says it." I explained in a matter-of- factly tone. I couldn't help the smile that consumed my face when I looked over my should to see the offended expression that played on George's handsome face.
"I use it."
"My point exactly." I deadpanned turning to face him, stopping right outside the kitchen. I crossed my arms across my chest and shot him a look. He would think some thing like that would actually work. Hell it probably does work, I've never seen a woman refuse a Weasley. Well unless you count Percy but he doesn't really count as a Weasley right now so yeah. Prick.
George let a hurt expression pass on his face, placing a hand over his chest were his heart was. "Sophie I'm hurt. I prick I maybe but pathetic, ha never." He finished with a Weasley Twin signature smile. Shaking my headed at his reasoning, I went to push the kitchen door open but stopped hearing voices on the other side. "What is it Soph? Why'd you stop?"
I threw a finger in front of my slightly chapped lips, indicating for him to shut up. Turning back to the door I placed my ear against it, trying to decipher who was on the other side. Hmm eavesdropping is always fun but actually watching what's going on is much more fun. George leaned over me placing his right side to the door before realizing that wouldn't work. He looked at me before shrugging turn his gingered head to use his left side. After a moment the mischievous gleam appeared in his shining blue eyes. Gesturing with his head to follow, he slowly pushed the door open before peaking his head around taking in the sight before him. I could hear voices that sounded a lot like Harry and Ginny from my spot behind George. He pulled me along quietly, much like I had before hand.
We made our way stealthily snuck behind Harry and Ginny, who were in a rather intimate situation. Harry had just finished zipping up Ginny's dress when we stopped at the edge of the kitchen. The look on both Harry and George's faces were hilarious. Harry's held a look of neverousness and love, while George's was a mix between wanting to beat Harry to a bloody pulp for being with his sister and wanting to congratulate him. Inside I was torn between doing a happy dance or scoffing in disgust at how skanky it was. They stood facing each other, inching closer and closer together. We quietly walked over to the counter, leaning against causally. I grabbed a fresh muffin from a plate on the table while George grabbed a cup of coffee. Harry and Ginny pulled away from each other, staring into each others eyes with large smiles on their faces. George and I looked at each other mockingly awe struck before we turned to the other teenagers before I cleared my throat loudly and George quickly stuck a fork between the folds of his bandage. Harry and Ginny jumped away from each other instantly turning red from embarrassment. George took a sip from his mug,
"Morning." He greeted causally, while I wiggled my eyebrows suggestedly the best I could before I burst into a giggling mess. Ginny glared at us before storming out of the kitchen leaving Harry standing there awkwardly.
"Having fun then mate? You know you really shouldn't lead her own." I questioned taking a drink from George's mug. In return a pair of beautiful green eyes glared back at me from behind circular glasses.
"Oh shut it Sophie, you bloody wanker." He mumbled the last bit before he too stormed out of the kitchen, causing George and I to fall into a fit of laughter once again.
-Later-
The time of for the wedding to start was fast approaching. Ginny, Hermione, Gabrielle and I were switching between getting ourselves dressed and helping Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour prepare Fleur for the end of her life. Okay so I really don't think marriage is a death sentence but that's want it looked like due to the looks on Fluer's cousins faces, that only changed when either Fleur or Mrs. Delacour looked their way. I couldn't tell if they were jealous or actually sad or what but it was starting to put a damper on all us Brits, and all I could think was you selfish blonde bitches.
I took in the soon to be new Mrs. Weasley and a little bit of my self confidence died. She was absolutely breathtaking, not that she didn't always look like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine, in the custom made black and white wedding dress. Black lace that looked like peacocks lay on the bodice while there feathers draped over the white feathered skirt, while old Muriel's tiara was place tastefully in on her head. Silvery blonde hair cascaded down her back and fell into soft curls, as the dressed hugged her willowy frame. She stood tall and elegant in front a a long mirror Molly had made appear. The only make she wore made her large deep blue eyes pop against her milky complexion. Most people would think Bill was the luckiest guy in the world to be marrying her but I thought the opposite, she was one of the luckiest girls in the world, getting to marry Bill and all. Now don't get me wrong, I like Fleur a lot. She was blunt and loyal and made Ron blubber like an idiot but Bill was family and of course I'd favor him.
"Vhat if he doesn't vant to marry me?" Fleur's musical voice brought me out of my musing. Every one fell silent as we stared at the beautiful blonde veela in front of us, as she stood staring at herself, worry in her blue eyes. Apolline Delacour turned to face her eldest daughter, look of sympathy marked her goddess-like face. Molly teared up rushing out of the room muttering something along the lines of 'going to check on the boys.'
"Ne soyez pas ridicule ma petite fleur. Bill vous aime." Apolline whispered to Fleur as she caressed her rosy cheek. "I'm going to check on your Pere." She placed a light kiss on Fleur's cheek before muttering something else me and Ginny didn't know if French but it made the SPB's leave.
Fleur didn't look quiet reassured and it was making me jittery. I turned from the worried bride turning my gaze out the window and at the event below. People were filling the large white marquee tent that was filled with rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. I searched through the hoard of people for a certain Weasley in purple (not Bill.) I looked towards the designated apparated spot, hoping to get a glimpse of him. I knew he was one of the many members of the Weasley family who were greeting the guest. I felt my eyes narrow when they finely found who they had been searching for. There George Weasley stood in all his red headed glory, flirting with one of Fleur's many cousins. That asshat.
"They look offly cozy." a voice full of disdain came from beside me. I didn't bother answering knowing that Hermione hated how Ron got around them as well. I suppose that's one thing we have in common. We liked the Weasley men, what can we say, their hot. I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew that this was her way of comforting me without things getting awkward for the both of us.
"Thanks Granger- I mean Hermione."
"Your very welcome Sophia." I knew that things would be slightly different between the two of us now. We weren't friends, hell no, but we understood each other. We stood there a few moments longer before a shout from Fleur cause our attention to focus back on her. We looked over to see Fleur fling her long arms around Ginny pulling her into a tight squeeze.
"Zank you, Ginny zhat means ze vorld to me. Merci, petite soeur." Fleur exclaimed still hugging Ginny tightly.
"You too Fleur. J'espère que nous pourrons devenir de bons amis and Bienvenue à la famille."Ginny giggled back in butchered French. Hermione and I stood there shocked expressions playing out on our faces. Sense when did Ginny Weasley know any other languages but bitch and gossip? We looked at each other before shrugging it off as hormones.
"I'm going to go check on things down stairs guys." I was getting kind of antsy up here. I walked over to Fleur pulling her into a hug. "Congrats Fleur, I'm so happy for both you and Bill. Your look amazing by the way." I pulled away kissing it one of her cheeks and she returned the gesture, whispering a merci along the way. "I'll see you lot after the wedding." The others nodded in agreement. I walked out of the room passing both Molly and Apolline and who I could only guess was Fleur's father.
As soon as I stepped outside I was pulled into a strong pair of arms, I smiled knowing exactly who those arms belonged too. "Hello lovely." His deep voice and hot breath by my ear caused shivers to flow down my spine, making my toes curl. The grip around my waste loosened enough for me to face the owner of the strong arms and deep voice. I felt like me face was going to split in two when I came face to face with none other then Charlie Weasley. Mhmmm Dragon Tamer…We pulled apart looking each other up and down not bothering to hide it either. Damn, I mean damn he is one fine man. While he wasn't as tall as the rest of his brothers Charlie was still tall compaired to most. He was stocky and all muscle. Charlie had the most freckles out of all of them, and the still stood out against his tanned skin. Nothing had really changed about Charlie since the last time I'd seen him except his hair was freshly cut and he wasn't in leather pants. I'd always had a small crush on the Weasley in front of me. When I was younger I'd even follow him around like a lost puppy and bawled my eyes out when he both started his 1st year at Hogwarts and went off to Romania. His regular dragon tamer attire was replaced by something quite similar to Fred and George's but his shirt was a solid purple and the suit set was a dark grey. Man could he clean up well.
"Hello Charlie, it's been ages." I hoped my voice sounded as seductive as it did in my head and I really hope I didn't come off looking like an idiot as I looked up at him through my dark lashes. A smirk I all to well recognized slithered its way on to his chapped peach lips, as he took notice at what I was trying to do. He leaned in close to my jeweled ear, his hot breath once again effecting me. Why is it that ever time a Weasley does this I get the warm fuzzy shivers...
"Careful little girl, I may just have to eat you up." My eyes widened at his threat and remained quiet as I felt myself flush at the naughty images that flashed through my mind. Charlie seemed satisfied with himself and was about to say something else but he was interrupted by Molly's shrill voice calling for him to get into position. So it was time for the wedding. Charlie called back to her taking his attention away from me at the moment allowing me to gain my bearings before his attention was back on me.
"Looks like we'll have to continue this later love. See you after the wedding yeah." With a wink he walked away vanishing through the open flaps of the massive white tent. Oh Merlin theses men were going to be the death of me. I breathed deeply a few times calming myself down fully before I too headed into the tent placing myself in golden chair next to my mother just before the music started, never noticing the glaring boy behind me. Don't you just love weddings...